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[pro_patria_mortuus]

In Room 89, the television is on. Courfeyrac has been mastering the arcane mysteries of the remote control.

Previously, this meant a great deal of switching between channels at random intervals; Enjolras arrived in the middle of this exercise, and settled down with a book and his thoughts to affectionately ignore Courfeyrac's entertainment. (It was a bit like being in a mostly empty café or near an open window, except that the sound abruptly flickered to a new scene every so often.) But then Courfeyrac found a show created by the Tourism Board of France.

Right now, a cheerful woman's voice is explaining the Lemon Festival of Menton.

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[wings_of_a_swan]

Combeferre nods. He finds has a surprising amount of faith in Fauchelevent's conscience. The eccentric who came to a barricade and refused to kill--yes, that's a man who has earned some trust.

"Then I wish you good luck for that conversation, my friend," he says, wryly. "It will be painful for him, and I expect for you also--but perhaps it may be fruitful nonetheless."

[le_centre]

'It is all that can be hoped for, I would say.'

He looks down at the book in his hands, his expression rueful.

'It is not a good position for anyone, but we must make the best of it. Save who can be saved, if possible. So I wish you luck also, Enjolras.'

In the meantime, he is going to read the novel.